The seawater was icy cold with ripples surging.
The sound of the long whip seemed to echo beside her ears.
Chu Liuyue looked at the person not far away in a daze. At one moment, she almost thought that she was dreaming and that everything was an illusion.
Hearing this, Mu Hongyu was also taken aback and hurriedly looked up. "First Deity is here? He—"
When that person's face entered her vision, Mu Hongyu's voice also trailed off. Then, she subconsciously looked at Chu Liuyue.
Her lips moved slightly, and she wanted to speak, but she did not know how to start.
The surroundings were silent.
Chu Liuyue could even clearly hear the sound of her heart beating.
She curled the tips of her fingers lightly, and a gust of coldness suddenly wrapped around her.
This person was so familiar yet strange.
